I STOP AT A ROCK

There is a hole on it

I can’t feel my skin

Which reminds me of a dream of mine

A dream full of untitled candle people around me

We sing together, voices rising like smoke,

Their faces glow, though I can’t see their eyes.

The air is thick with words unsaid,

And in their silence, I hear the rhythm of my heart,

Beating in sync with theirs, a collective pulse.

The candles flicker, swaying to the invisible music

That binds us, as if we are the flame itself,

Flickering between the worlds,

Between dream and waking.